The psychology of control, repeated a thousand times, screamed out by every follicle. Every one a in
The psychology of control, repeated a thousand times, screamed out by every follicle. Every one a insistent reminder of your place, and where you’re headed. That’s why I pull on your ponytail, tug on your braids, grab a handful of your hair and use that grip. That’s a lie, that is. No, I pull on your hair because it hurts you, but its the kind of hurt that matches the sting of a pinprick with the spread of a smack. Something that’s simultaneously precise and imprecise. The best of both worlds, and why settle for anything less? That’s also a lie. It’s both. -- source link
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